One thing she tried to talk Mr. Howard out of was a large pool table in the great room: The compromise was a 120-year-old table with soft pea-colored felt.
There are moments brief, valuable moments of exploration, discovery and fun, spaced between hours upon hours of smashing through the same zombie horde with the same blunt object to recover some new tan-colored Macguffin and return it to some new desperate survivor in exchange for the same old stick with a new skin.